She laughs softly, it’s not anything so unnerving to the girl who once spent so much of her time gathering secrets. “I don’t think it’s nosy to want to know who’s around you.” Most of the Summoned end up in Mag’s for some reason or another eventually, even if they don’t stay there. So chances were always high Inej might recognize people from that alone, with all the nights she perched herself at the bar, watching, listening. But it doesn’t mean some might slip by her notice still, either.

“Ah, a numbers man,” she smiles softly with a nod. “good to know,” and she means it, files the information away for later if it were to ever come to use.

She beams at his question, “Today, I am.”